Lilith 1

The first one was a star.

A shining, dazzling star that shook the city when it struck the ground.

She landed in the middle of the fountain in the square, her strong back arching as she cracked the pavement. This was not the first strange thing to happen in the city of Lilith, but it was by far the strangest.

The girl that fell from the sky was beautiful. Hair dark and glossy, body lithe with alabaster skin.

The girl was also dead.

A knife was protruded into her chest, right where her heart was. Blood so red it was black spun around her in crimson waves, bubbling under the fountain. Her silver eyes were wide with horror, but unseeing. Her mouth was agape in surprise, her lips a bloodless blue.

It began to rain. Raining big, huge, wet drops that splattered onto the ground. Curious parasols poked out of the townhouses lining the square, tottering to the scarlett fountain. The parasols dropped to the soaked ground when they saw the girl lying lifelessly in the water.

People screamed.

Screamed because the girl was dead. And no one ever died in the city of Lilith.

The girl was gone before the end of the night, thrown out of the gates and burned.

But the sun never rose again.